The Greats
• Written by Urbannightmare
Verse 1
Metaphors seem like best message nowadays
But every single simile been paraphrased
We're running out of words no space
They say that all our rhymes profane
I tell em that all our lives deranged
They respond back saying we made ourselves caged
Fuck that, we're artists, insane
Don't cut us off from the flow of thangs
We could be GREATS
with Em & Dre & Nas
The ones I look up to
They guide when I'm lost
The time is now to be you
Don't mess with me I'm being me
I do my shit so just see me
I'm gonna be one of the greats
Hook
Who's the best? Who's up for the test?
The game is being played by many, but I'm the next
Who's the king? Who's standing in the ring?
I got knocked down, but now I bring the heat
Verse 2
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Urbannightmare
Member since November 6 2013